
(If you saw this post earlier - textless, I am so sorry! It slipped my mind that I hadn't written it up yet - doh!)
Have you ever had one of those days? The kind where you wish you'd stayed in bed safe under the covers where nothing can hurt you? This dress and cup came my way on such a day and turned a really bad day into one of my happiest memories.
It was a rainy day in Amsterdam - not rainy enough to stop you going out, just grey drizzly and rainy enough to make everything look depressed and wash out and to make every layer of clothing feel unpleasantly damp. I had woken up at 6am and biked 45 minutes to the British High Commission only to find that I was applying for my UK Student Visa "too early"! Who know that was even possible?
On the way back, half blinded by the rain, I encountered a man also half blinded the rain. Together we equaled one blind violent bike collision. He helped me bend my handlebar back into a usable position and I ducked into the library to give my bruised knees a rest and for whatever comfort books could give me. Then wearily I biked back home only to find, at the door, that I had dropped my keys in the library and had to bike the 30 minutes back to get them.
It was on the way back, the second time, that my day got a whole lot better.
Right next to where I stayed in Amsterdam was a crowded little thrift shop run by an anging English hippy named John. His €1 - €3 clothes, bags and shoes were keeping me frocking out on a scholarship student's budget and like the good fairy he is he'd chosen just that moment to hang this gorgeous dress in the window.
"If that dress fits," thought I, "It will be the first thing to go right today". I went straight in and John took one look at my bedraggled, muddied, exhausted state and said, "Good grief girl, you look like you could use a nice cup of tea!"
I burst out laughing, and because I really was wrung out, it must have sounded slightly hysterical because he leapt into action. Bustling me into a chair he immediately produced a cheerful pot and added tea, lashings of sugar and lemon to this cup and saucer.
"Now, tell me what's wrong," he said and tut-tutted sympathetically as I burbled my sorrows out to him.
'That's a rough day. Have more of the English panacea to all ills," he advised and poured me more tea.
As I sipped the hot, sweet, lemony brew he chewed his bottom lip and disappeared into the depths of his store room. "Now, because England has done you wrong, I, as an Englishman and therefore an ambassador for my country will do my best to make things right. The dress you like is yours, here's an English football t-shirt for when you finally do get into my motherland and..." he paused to rinse out the cup and saucer, "Whenever things get tough again, you make yourself a nice spot of tea, drink it in that cup and remember that someone wants you to be happy."
That cup followed me to England where during some of the hardest moments it reminded me that someone wanted me to be happy and now it's back home with me in Malaysia.
John, I never managed to get in touch with you again before I left Amsterdam and chances of you reading this is slim. But one day I hope to find you again and thank you for one act of kindness that will last me a lifetime. God bless you and merry christmas.
Dress, Cup & Saucer: Gifts of love from John's Thrift Shop, on Brouwersgracht near its intersection with Prinsengracht.
Shoes: Cats Whiskers (RM89)